Blood and Death (Dark Write), by LostSoul
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She lays there helpless
Dreaming of sweet dreams
Of love ones by her side
Her breathing relaxed
Calm as the morning air
I walk closer slowly gliding across the floor
Floating with the air, not making a sound
And I look at her
Her sweet succulent lips
Pouting, just waiting to be kissed
I will devour her
Until nothing's left but her dead soul
She is mine for the taking
But not yet
This event must be cherished
I will enjoy this moment
She will remember this night
She will have no choice
She will not be able to resist
Let me pull her hair away from her face
So lovely she is
So innocent
So ripe for the taking
Let me take a whiff of her scent
Perfect
So pure
As I slowly place my hands beneath her head
Caressing her very being
Gently place my lips on her neck
A gentle lick
Tastes of trust
This is it
She is mine
She will remember this night
One more sniff
A quick open off the mouth
And yes, the penetration of the skin
Tastes of immortality
Finishing her off
Until nothing is left
But blood and death
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Posted: 2009-04-03 00:10:14 UTC |
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